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[i]Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. Dude. You don't dance.[/i] 

Sure, Danielle claimed that she wouldn't think badly of him if he did't go out on the dance floor. The problem there was that people only meant what they said half of the time. A solid fifty percent chance. That wasn't enough for Jasper. Add that to the fact that he had only met Dani just a few moments ago and you wound up with the Jasper Fray that refused to bet on his current odds. 

No. He couldn't [i]not[/i] dance with her. That made zero sense. They were at a dance, after all. It was senior year. If there was ever a time for Jasper to embarrass himself it was now. Maybe he'd even land himself a spot in the yearbook. 

[b][color=c3c3c3]"Nah…."[/color][/b] he mumbled, reaching his hand out for her. [b][color=c3c3c3]"Come on."[/color][/b] His face lighting up, Jasper gave Dani a smile. [b][color=c3c3c3]"Let's go make some memories or some other cheesy shit."[/color][/b]
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